Chapter-57
Sigurd
The Fields of Vígríðr, 1000 CE:
The Fields of Vígríðr. A simple plain, which stretched on for miles with nothing but grass on the island of Oskópnir hidden from the rest of Midgard. A simple island that lay in the looming shadow of Yggdrasil, was the site of an apocalyptic battle.
The sky was nothing but a glass window that had been fractured in many places from the intense clashes, warping and contorting into the cosmic sky, with creatures battling in the skies. There was no sun, no moon to shine even a warm light upon this cold and cruel visage of destruction.
The surrounding oceans were nothing but whirpools that seemed to lead down to an endless void which one could mistake for the Ginnunagagap.
And the simple fields were filled with bodies as creatures from all over the nine realms slaughtered each other in one final battle.
The All-Father had already fallen, continuing to fight with his Spear Gungnir even as the jaws of Fenrir closed around his throat. And with him, many other Aesir and Vanir have fallen after slaying numerous enemies.
And now, the final clash between the Vanir King Freyr and the Lord of Muspelheim Surtr raged. Surtr had in his hand a flaming sword that contained the power of the Sun, lighting up the sky with a reddish glow with his Surtr's sword shining like a star in the center.
Against this terrible blade, Freyr wielded simply a deer antler enchanted with his power, flying around Surtr in his chariot.
But within this mighty clash, the battle between the common soldiers still raged on. Einherjar and other warriors from Välhalla and Folkvanger fought with the draugr armies of Hel.
Unlike the human Einherjar, these draugr were merely grey-skinned with the rune of Death etched on their foreheads with their eyes glowing a pale blue, wielding all forms of weapons.
The Einherjar matched the Hel Draugr in skill and strength, but they were vastly outnumbered by the draugr, who let their frustration over denial to Välhalla spill forth as they killed Einherjar.
And among these draugr, one was doing particularly well, cutting through the lines with a large sword. Whichever Einherjar came towards them, were cut down by the draugr's blade.
The draugr had once been a great warrior, who had been denied Välhalla due to misfortune, and had joined Hel's armies against the gods. It could not remember its own name, It could not remember what it had even accomplished in its life.
Everything had disappeared from its mind the moment it joined Hel's call. The only thing it could remember was the way it fought in its life. Those skills kept it going as it cut down the Einherjar.
At one point, the draugr noticed Freyr slammed against the trunk of Yggdrasil, his entire body a bloody mess as Surtr marched forward, dragging his sword across the ground as he approached Freyr.
The draugr kept on fighting, unperturbed by the distraction as Surtr stared at Freyr.
Surtr spoke before grabbing Yggdrasil's trunk with his one hand and poising his sword to stab the spot where Freyr had been smashed into.
For some reason, the draugr felt a sense of clarity. At this point, it knew it was the end.
The End of the Nine Realms.
Suddenly, the Draugr was overcome by the instinct to simply drop its weapon and stare up towards Surtr.
The Einherjar took this opportunity to drive their blades into the Draugr, before one came up to cut off its head.
The draugr's head fell to the ground, yet rolled to keep staring at Surtr as everyone in the battlefield looked at the sight.
Surtr drove his flaming blade into the tree, piercing straight through Freyr as soon the god was nothing but a blood mark on Yggdrasil's trunk
"And so, the last God falls." Surtr spoke before his eyes ignited and his entire body began glowing like another Sun.
Near Surtr, many creatures melted from the sheer heat of Surtr's aura, as pieces of the sky began falling to the ground as the texture began falling apart.
Yggdrasil's trunk turned from a calm purple to a fiery head as Surtr began transferring his power into the Great tree and to all the Nine Realms.
"Now…let my flames spread through the World Tree's branches…and extinguish whatever remains of this accursed world." Surtr spoke.
Before the draugr lost any sense of consciousness, its head simply stared at Surtr before the World tree unleashed a cataclysmic explosion that consumed all.
Kingdom of Vacuo, 81 AGW:
Sigurd gasped as he sat up, blinking rapidly as he noticed the sky was getting blue, although the sun hadn't risen yet.
A dream… He thought, shaking his head.
"Good morning." A voice spoke as Sigurd noticed Robin sitting on a rock, observing the horizon.
Sigurd noticed Tristan get up as well, setting his long hair straight before they got up.
"Nothing attacked us?" He asked as Robin shook his head.
"No, but those stupid wind demons churned up a dust storm and I spent the entire night cleaning my eyes of the dust." Robin grumbled.
"Anyways, we should reach Vacuo today by later afternoon if we start now." He spoke as Sigurd nodded.
"Right."
"Also…bad dream?" Robin asked as Sigurd frowned.
"How?"
"I was monitoring your minds in a spell to break your sleep in case we're attacked. Your mind was really turbulent, as if it was experiencing a bad dream."
"I was." Sigurd spoke.
"Hm, what was it about?"
"...A dream of Ragnarök." Sigurd replied.
"Ragnarök? Pretty interesting thing to dream about, huh."
"I don't understand, however. Why Ragnarök?" Sigurd wondered.
He knew that he would have been one of the many Draugr in the armies of Helheim that fought in Ragnarök, but why get a vision of it?
Perhaps a strange dream…or something else?
Whatever. Ragnarök is the past now. Sigurd thought as he got up. The three servants' armor immediately materialized as they continued their journey to Vacuo.
"So, we still haven't gone to the relic of choice's vault." Robin spoke. "I thought that was the plan after we beat Prometheus."
Sigurd kept looking forward. "...We know the location, which is beneath the Royal throne. We can go to it after our assignment is complete."
"Fair enough." Robin spoke as they kept on walking.
Good, at least they think that. Sigurd thought. Truth be told, when he'd learnt of the Relic of Choice's abilities…he had been extremely wary of it.
Trying to see the future…I have heard many stories of how people have been consumed by the fear of what they saw. Sigurd thought. He could even remember a legend of Remnant that specifically talks about a king that went mad with fear after he used the Relic of Choice.
Not to mention my own experiences with fate. Sigurd thought. What if he saw a terrible future?
But at the same time…the Relic of Choice would make for an excellent guide…
Sigurd shook his head.
No, no. I don't want to use it right now. Maybe…later. Sigurd thought.
They kept moving through the dunes, before they could see the city of Vacuo start coming in in the distance.
"So, straight to Shade Academy?" Tristan asked as Robin shook his head.
"Nah, our boss contacted me. He apparently sent someone to relay information to us."
"A servant?"
"Yeah. I've got the address."
"You know, you haven't really told us about this 'boss of yours. Are you not going to tell us who he is?"
"Nah. Boss operates in Anima, and he wants to reveal himself personally. He's told us not to reveal his identity until you come to Mistral."
"Once we settle things here, perhaps we can come to Mistral." Sigurd spoke.
Sigurd heard the sound of walking and noticed a desert nomad riding up to them in a camel, with several bottles kept in pouches tied around the camel.
"Ah, you must be exhausted travelers." The desert nomad spoke with a smirk."Are you heading to Vacuo?"
"Yeah, who're you?"
"A traveler like yourselves. Although, Vacuo isn't really my destination. I'm headed to the mysterious jungle that has popped up at the Meteor. Anyways…" He quickly pulled out a bottle.
"5 lien for a bottle of medicine. It really helps against heatstroke." He spoke smirking as Sigurd looked at the bottle.
That does not look genuine. Sigurd thought as he looked back at the nomad.
"Apologies, but we don't really need it."
The nomad let out a quiet laugh. "Really? Oh well." He spoke before putting back the bottle.
At that moment, Sigurd noticed something on this index finger.
A gold ring.
Why does that ring look…familiar? Sigurd thought as the nomad looked at the ring.
"Oh, this little thing? Don't think too much of it." The nomad spoke with a grin.
"You say you're heading to the Jungle?" Robin asked as the nomad nodded.
"Indeed. I have some friends to meet there."
"Friends? You're going to meet them in the middle of a jungle?"
The nomad shook his head. "Not exactly."
"Well, what do you know about this 'Jungle'?"
The nomad shrugged. "Quite an unnatural phenomenon that has many confused. But I personally don't mind. Some say that there lies a splendid city in the middle of this jungle, one that is larger and much better than Vacuo."
"Hm…" Sigurd hummed.
Rumors of a city? Interesting. He thought.
"Anything else you know?"
"No. That's all. And if you are not interested in buying my wares, then I shall take your leave. Goodbye, travelers." The nomad spoke as Sigurd nodded and turned to walk away.
"...But one last thing."
Sigurd stopped. "Yes?"
"While you have correctly written off my 'medicine' as fake, I am willing to offer some genuine advice as free." The nomad spoke with a smile.
Robin scowled and looked at Sigurd. "This guy is giving off some strange vibes."
"Don't worry. What is this advice?"
The nomad nodded. "...When your mind is fragile and falls to the emotions of fear…you may awaken something much worse than what you expect."
"I see." Sigurd spoke as the nomad nodded.
"Very well. Goodbye….Sigurd Sigmundsson."
"...!"
Robin immediately pointed his bow at the nomad, who raised his hand.
"No need for hostilities. I'm just a simple wanderer offering advice. This will not be the last time we meet, and I would prefer my next visit isn't greeted with weapons."
"...Who are you?"
"As I said, a simple wanderer for now. Although, you will find me quite different when you come to the Kingdom of Atlas."
"What does that mean?" Tristan spoke, but the nomad and his camel faded away in front of the servants' eyes.
"That was definitely not a normal person." Robin spoke. "Think he's working with the enemy?"
Sigurd simply stared at the empty space.
"We'll have to figure that out once we get more info."
They entered Vacuo using their IDs, and immediately found themselves in a street with two-storeyed houses on either side. There were very few people, most likely because it was noon.
"This reminds me of His Majesty's account of the Levantine cities." Robin commented, noticing some people glaring at them from the windows.
"Ah, right. Vacuans are pretty xenophobic here."
Sigurd shook his head. "I doubt such a thing would be much of an issue to us servants here."
"Right. The only real threats we'll probably face are other servants." Robin spoke. "Anyways, we won't have to go far. Our contact's going to here in the outskirts, in some tavern…I believe."
"Did he give you a name?"
"Yep. Munirka." Robin spoke before his eyes glowed slightly green. "He's there." He spoke as the servants kept walking.
"I do wonder who is the god in charge of Vacuo?" Tristan spoke.
Sigurd pulled out his scroll. "Ruby and the others had arrived at Vacuo some days back. Yesterday, they'd met up with Headmaster Theodore. I believe they should be having some information."
"Are their classes still going on?" Robin asked as Sigurd was silent.
"Ah. Their classes must be going on. Very well, I'll call them after their classes are done." He spoke.
As they walked, they also noticed a bunch of cars moving through the streets, carrying people with guns inside them. Some of them turned their heads to look at the servants as they passed by.
Sigurd could also see the symbol of a smoking with guns crossed behind it on the mirror.
Gangsters. Sigurd thought. He was aware of the street gangs of Vacuo, but he shouldn't be expecting anything of concern from them for now. They were no threat to servants.
But the strange part was that a lot of them were moving around, to the point that Sigurd could even spot some huntsmen in a standoff with these gangster convoys in the streets.
They soon reached a much more ornate building that read 'Munirka'. Sigurd knelt down and inscribed an Ansuz rune, creating a bounded field with a lot of range, before placing down a Perthro rune to cloak the bounded field's magical signature from servants.
"Our contact should be here." Robin spoke as the servants entered the tavern.
The tavern had many people sitting inside, all sitting beside the fans that were blowing moist air.
"They seem normal." Tristan spoke.
"What, were you expecting some kind of secret criminal hideout? Nah, Munirka's just a place to stop by for people trying to escape the heat. And…there he is." He spoke, as the servants noticed someone in black trousers and a black vest wearing a beige cloak sitting by the table.
Ignoring the stares, the servants walked up to Robin's contact.
The contact slightly turned his head. "You've finally arrived, Robin."
Robin nodded as they sat down.
"No peeping toms?"
The contact shook his head. "I made sure there are no eavesdroppers to our conversation."
"They work under the Beacon branch of Ozma's circle." Robin spoke as the contact nodded.
"I see. Greetings. I can see Robin and Richard are expanding our organisation's Valeian branch, although it is curious that you decided to establish contact with Ozma."
"To be fair, Boss has been deciding to slowly build our relationship with Oz's circle."
"True. Anyways…" The contact pulled out a scroll.
"What's this?" Sigurd asked.
"Read it." The contact spoke as Sigurd looked at the scroll.
Orders have come from Jaguar.
Move outpost to Susa street.
Send messengers to the households.
Keep an eye on foreign hunters.
"I got it from a crook who shot himself before I got to him." The contact spoke. "This is all that I could get from their scroll."
"And what are they?"
"Instructions. Instructions for recruitment. Susa street is a couple of blocks from here. Plus the foreign hunters…" He spoke showing a picture on his scroll.
"I believe you recognize them."
Robin's eyes widened. "That's Team RWBY." He spoke, looking at Ruby's, Weiss', Blake's and Yang's picture on the scroll.
"Yes."
"They're keeping an eye on Ruby…do they know…?" Sigurd muttered.
"Who is this 'Jaguar'?" Sigurd asked.
"...The god of Vacuo, of course. Tezcatlipoca."
The servants' eyes widened.
"As in…the Aztec god of darkness?" Robin asked.
The contact nodded. "Tezcatlipoca has set up an arms supply chain here, and has within months wrapped most of Vacuo around his fingertips. Only the huntsman's association is till a relatively free institution from Tezcatlipoca's grip."
"You have anything else?"
"I do. Things here in Vacuo are calm. Too calm."
Sigurd raised an eyebrow.
"It's like the royalist terrorists are planning something big. Something to do with the beginning of Austral. Plus, the MTC sent some thugs to raid the house of one of my huntsman contacts two days before."
"Why's that?"
"He said he had some documents that contained information about the MTC's dealings with some unusual clients."
Tristan frowned. "Salem?"
"I haven't seen those documents. Most likely they are in the MTC's hands now."
"You haven't warned Theodore of this?"
"I can't. The enemy knows I'm here, and they're out for my head. For me, going near Shade Academy would be suicide."
"They want you that bad?"
"...I have been quite a disrupting force in their operations to the north. As a result, they really want me dead."
Robin frowned. "How long will you be in the city?"
"I'm leaving today. And I need your help." The contact spoke.
"Escort?" Sigurd asked.
"Yes. You've seen the gang patrols outside?"
"We have. Are they after you?"
"Yes."
"Hm, that's strange. Sending mere gangsters after a servant."
"The gangsters are bait. Tezcatlipoca's stationed his own servants, waiting for me to get into an engagement with the gangsters."
"That makes sense. What's our destination?"
"Get me to Vacuo's walls. Once I can get out of the city, I'll be safe."
"Really?"
"I have help. But Tezcatlipoca's blocked them out with a bounded field that extends to the walls."
Robin nodded. "Alright then. The walls are about a few minutes from our location."
Sigurd immediately felt someone trip up the bounded field.
A servant. Sigurd thought as he looked to the right.
"What's wrong?" Robin asked.
"We've got enemy servants." Sigurd spoke, as they soon heard loud voices coming from outside the tavern.
Gangsters entered, holding guns and yelling at the other people to raise their hands.
"Robin…create a distraction." Sigurd spoke as Robin nodded.
"Hey, raise your hands!" One gangster spoke, pointing the gun at Robin, who merely frowned as the servants got up…
…Before Sigurd heard footsteps behind the contact.
"Watch out!" He spoke as the contact also reacted at the same time, jumping away as Sigurd hastily inscribed Uruz runes on Ridill and Hrotti and brought them up to block a sword.
Perseus. Sigurd thought, pushing back Perseus. The gangsters pointed their guns and fired, only for the bullets to bounce off Sigurd's armor.
"Robin, now!" He spoke as Robin immediately threw a smoke bomb, covering the tavern in smoke.
"MOVE, MOVE!" Sigurd spoke as the servants ran out of the tavern, pushing aside gangsters.
Sigurd immediately inscribed an Algiz rune, as arrows landed on the shield.
"To the rooftops!" Sigurd spoke as Robin inscribed an Ogham rune on his head, before staring at the gangsters.
The gangsters lowered their guns while Sigurd noticed a truck moving up to block their path.
Sigurd dashed forward and drove his shoulder up against the truck, grunting as he knocked the truck off its wheels. One of the gangsters scrambled out and pointed their gun at Sigurd, who quickly grabbed its barrel and twisted it, before knocking out the gangster with a punch.
Meanwhile, Robin created some vines leading up to the rooftop, and he, Tristan and the contact climbed up on it.
Sigurd immediately whirled around to deflect arrows with Ridill and Hrotti, spotting the archer on a rooftop. The archer shot arrows at the others, but Tristan deflected the arrows with his own.
Sigurd stepped on to the truck, and used a mana burst to jump to the rooftop.
The contact had a bow of his own, shooting at the enemy archer, who retreated once Tristan and Robin joined in.
"Tristan, Perseus." Sigurd spoke as Tristan nodded before plucking Failnaught's strings, before Sigurd noticed Perseus deflecting the arrows.
The servants began running on the rooftops, as the gangsters attempted to catch up to them. Bullets flew by, and the servants noticed that the bullets were actually grazing them.
"Tezcatlipoca's weapons are enchanted with a minimum amount of mystery to harm servants. Be careful." The contact spoke as they kept running, deflecting arrows from the archer and Perseus attempting to decapitate their contact.
"We need to move before they call reinforcements." The contact spoke as Sigurd nodded.
"Tristan, Perseus!" He spoke as Tristan immediately stopped and began plucking Failnaught's strings.
"Gah!" Sigurd heard Perseus grunt as he began deflecting Failnaught's arrows.
"I'll get the archer!" Robin spoke.
"Wait!" The contact spoke before firing an arrow at the archer, who jumped away from the arrow, triggering a small explosion.
"Robin!" The contact spoke as Robin immediately jumped over to the other archer.
"Got him!" He spoke shooting arrows at the archer, who hopped away.
Sigurd and the contact continued forward, as they could see Vacuo's walls come up in sight.
They soon heard the chopping of blades as Sigurd and the contact noticed a helicopter come up, with a grinning man with long blonde hair hanging from the side.
"That's him!" The contact spoke, before he and Sigurd jumped away as a red light landed by them.
Sigurd looked back to see Tezcatlipoca firing off the projectiles from his weapon, smiling lazily as they exploded against the rooftops.
Sigurd could feel the raw mana behind those projectiles. If one of them landed, Sigurd doubted his armor would be able to protect him from getting blasted into smithereens.
Sigurd's vision suddenly went dark, before he quickly etched a Kenaz rune as his sight was restored.
"Oh come on!" He could hear Tezcatlipoca's faint voice. "Man, Scandinavian runes are just cheating!"
"Come on!" He heard the contact speak as they kept on running.
Sigurd suddenly felt the air get dense with mana as he looked back to see a sphere of dark blue flames form on Tezcatlipoca's hand while dark blue wisps came off his form.
He's about to unleash a particularly powerful attack. Sigurd thought as he and the contact increased their pace.
"Hey, Hey!" One of the guards exclaimed as Sigurd and the contact jumped to the wall. The soldiers raised their guns, but Sigurd blasted them back with a Haglaz rune.
Sigurd immediately turned back and put up an Algiz rune.
Tezcatlipoca thrust his hand forward, sending the flames right at the spot.
The flames washed against Sigurd's shield, and almost shattered it in one go.
Sigurd grit his teeth and immediately reinforced the shield.
"Thank you." The contact spoke.
"Go…"
"Right." The contact then jumped off the wall, turning to spirit form and landing on the ground. The contact began running off, before suddenly disappearing into black shadows.
At that moment, Sigurd's shield was shattered and he was blasted back from the ensuing explosion, sliding on wall's surface.
Sigurd shook his head and looked at Tezcatlipoca, who waved his gun from the helicopter, before it turned back and flew off.
Such power… Sigurd thought. He was aware Tezcatlipoca was an extremely powerful god, but to be able to nearly overcome one of his fully-powered runes in one go…
He's going to be a formidable enemy. Sigurd thought, before noticing a bunch of soldiers come up with guns pointed at him.
Sigurd at that moment, noticed that Tezcatlipoca's last attack had left a sizeable crater on the wall.
"...Please contact Headmaster Theodore." Sigurd spoke, as he raised his license.
A/N: Wow, I got a short chapter out, almost 4000 words after a couple of near 10000 chapters. Sigurd and gang enter Vacuo with a bang. And the next few chapters will be following the servants quite a bit. Vacuo's first volume will be comparatively longer than Vale's volume.
Last chapter, I got pretty confused about the comments saying 'Oh, I thought Nitocris was Queen of Sheba' until I decided to go check Queen of Sheba's profile on the wiki. And, yeah. When I was writing Nitocris' description, I did not know Queen of Sheba had more prominent Jackal ears and I now understand why you all got confused.
But before that, I think the highlight is the Ragnarok flashback. I am going to say it - I think I went too hard on the 'archaic English mouthpiece' in describing the Ragnarok portion. But still, it's going to be pretty, pretty important for Sigurd's vacuo arc.
As for the nomad...well, he's the most interesting character in this story in my opinion.
Hope you guys enjoyed and constructive criticism is appreciated!
Foot Notes:
Vigridr: The fateful field on which the battle of Ragnarok is stated to take place. Now, while the Fafnismal states that Ragnarok will happen on the island of Oskopnir, it can be assumed that Vigridr is the field on the island of Oskopnir. As for its location, it's not really confirmed, but from comparison of Ragnarok's story in the Fafnismal and the Gylfaginning, it can be assumed that Oskopnir is located on Earth, and is possibly where Aesir and Jotunn clash after the destruction of the Bifrost. Fafnismal says the gods came down upon Oskopnir, but were stranded there after the Bifrost collapsed and were forced to confront the giants. Gylfaginning states the Muspel giants fell down upon Oskopnir after the Bifrost collapsed, and were stuck there as Asgard's armies descended upon them.
Surtr Vs Freyr: In Ragnarok, the climactic clash is often assumed to be between Surtr and the Norse ferility and sun god Freyr. Surtr here is stated to be wielding 'the sun of Gods of the Slain', a massive flaming sword. There are conflicting opinions as to what is the exact name of Surtr's sword. Some believe it to be Laevaetinn, the weapon forged by Loki (Which itself is a subject of debate over what kind of weapon was it) that fell to Surtr's hands, some believe it to be Freyr's sword, which he gave to his servant Skirnir and would later fall into Surtr's hands, hence the reason Freyr is wielding a deer antler. I went and took the assumption that Surtr's sword is like the Fate explanation - a mixture of Freyr's sword, Laevaetinn and Surtr's sword as described by the Poetic Edda.
Response to Reviews:
Maglad: Of course, of course. The characters need to be written well as well. I know what defenestration means (I have done a project on the European Wars of Religion). I know about the whole 'anti-immortal' thingies with Ana and Perseus. But things are not going to go as you expect them to go...because I am a cheeky bastard who loves leading his readers on wild goose chases. Don't lose hope for Ereshkingal. You've seen from Vale that I won't introduce all the Vacuo servants in one chapter. She's coming up.
Also, you live in South America? Hot damn, now I want to hear your opinions on LB7 now (Although you live near the Andes, while LB7 mostly dealt with the Yucatan Peninsula). I'm just a city boy, so the most 'rough' thing I get is floods during the monsoon season (Because my city's drainage system is utter shit) and really, really bad air quality during November (Because my city's located close to India's wheat belt, and the smoke from stubble burning during the harvesting season drifts south to create a lot of smog at the national capital Delhi and its surrounding cities, one of which being mine.)
Jebest4781: Thanks, man.
Pelican117: I prefer writing 'grey' stories, with the 'black and white' coming only from the perspectives of its respective characters. Also, yeah. I noticed I haven't really included 'evil' servants as allies. I'll need to think about that.
And about Mordred, FGO's already given us a villain Mordred, so I'm not sure whether doing the same is as ballsy as it would be.
As for the whitewashing...you don't need to tell a Hindu about it. Fate's Karna really lacks the depth and human touch of Mahabharata's Karna. In fact, one of Mahabharata's greatest features is the fact that all of its characters are deeply flawed people, each having their negative traits that includes Karna. but I'll put in a Karna and Arjuna rant in a later A/N.
Longbowchris50: Think of it like a Balance of Power and Tez's motivations that keep Vacuo standing, along with another thing I haven't revealed yet.
Toyamasu: Like I said, Balance of power. I was aware that after I removed the nerfs in Vale, there would be the problem of a servant nuking a kingdom into oblivion. But for Vacuo, at least, I do have an explanation, although I'll have to think of what to do with Mistral and Atlas.
Can you send me the links of the other two fanfics. I cannot get enough of Fate/RWBY fanfics that are not 'RWBY characters gawking over Shirou/EMIYA doing some cool shit' (RWBY Zero, Fate Disaster and Grimm Stay Night are the only Fate/RWBY fanfics I like).
Don't worry, buddy. Longinus is the ultimate 'Character who everyone knows Jack shit' about. Heck, Longinus is the name the Christians gave him because you couldn't really leave the person who pierced Christ as a nameless Roman Soldier. For all we know, Longinus may not be even his real name. I can assure you most of the people researching Abrahamic lore are about as clueless about Longinus' personal life as you are.
And yeah, Tezcatlipoca was the easiest to guess out of the other three gods, because he has a presence in Fate Lore, while the other two actually don't (The God of Mistral actually does have a presence, but he never appears in person).
ZoukuYuujinChou: Grey stuff is always the best. Makes things interesting. And the grand servants...again, things are not going to go how you expect, since like I told Maglad, I am a cheeky bastard who likes gaslighting and misleading the leaders.
